Well that’s the end of the Cider with Rosie idyll, then. This morning my wife went up to the village shop with our daughter to get the newspaper. (I stayed at home blogging, of course.) A few minutes later, she returned, red-faced, with a giggling daughter. What happened? I asked. Apparently, she (my wife) had pointed at the Chupa Chupp display on the counter and asked our daughter loudly which willy she would like. Laughter from both (male) shopkeeper and daughter, possibly for different reasons (I hope).
Mind you, while they were out I had a minor embarrassment of my own. I was blogging in front of a large window, which faces onto the street, with a three quarters-full bottle of wine beside me in order to describe it for Drunk Mummy. I turned round and found a group outside looking in, their eyes moving slowly from me to the bottle and back in true cartoon style.
Now we have been exposed as crazed nympho and desperate dipso we may be leaving sooner than we envisaged.